Monday, July 25, 2011

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Building a fence is hard work
Digging post holes for planting posts
Hammering in the posts
Nailing up rails stringing wire hanging slats
Bracing where needed
Hard hand-blistering callous forming thirsty work
Beer is the best beverage for slaking such thirsts.
Once done the reverse process begins soon after
Sun wind rain snow frost all conspire to unwire
To unravel to deconstruct to disconnect to devastate
Decades later the fence has no further defense against such onslaught
Wine is the drink required for watching things unwind
One small sip at a time, savouring the fine flavors of aging oak.
What say we gather round
Break off slats here and there to pile them on the ground
A big bonfire build where late into the night
We can dance to the beat of sheepskin drums
Dance and chant and drum and drink and feast
And roll in the firelit shadows
Under a full moon of course
Under a full moon howling our delight . . ......

21 comments:

Owen! What a fantastic poem to go with these evocative images. They give me the hugest urge to BE THERE. I love it and hate it when photos do that do me, because I have truly felt them deeply but am prohibited from going deeper....

I like this writing. It is a thing I think about a lot, the history behind the presence of anything. The people who toiled to build a fence or a habitat so long ago. I think this sometimes about the house I live in. Who was here before? Who walked from room to room the way I do now? Is this my house at all? I suppose it will still be around long after I am gone,and perhaps someone else will call it 'theirs'. and they will wonder things like, 'I wonder why he painted this room such a strange color?' etc. Thanks for the reflection.

I can't help but wonder how the person twisted the barbwire around each slat along the long and lonely fence line. Is it to keep animals in or keep them out?

I'm painting again Owen while I wait for the surgeon. I'm starting to visualize how to approach the abandoned house of yours. Thanks again for your generosity. I'm a bit nervous about disappointing you. :)

Hi Lydia,Nest steps :- See your travel agent for ticket from Portland or Seattle to Paris CDG Airport (or purchase on line)- From CDG Airport take TGV train to Nimes in south of France (4 hours max)- In Nimes rent car and drive from Nimes through Alès to Florac (est. 2 hour drive)- In Florac purchase detailed IGN map of area- From Florac take small steep road that climbs 1500 feet to the Causse Méjean- You are THERE, begin exploring...

Estimated time for total travel : 48 hours

Afterwards, up to you, but be careful, you may become hooked for life there...

Hey Dan, very important to ask such questions. There were people living on the high plain where this fence was, leaving traces of their presence, before history began in France. I kept finding myself wondering who they were and how they survived there in that relatively harsh environment... Even the more recent builders of this fence, I'd love to know who they were, and if any are still living today.

Lynne, there will be bands, bands of bands, most certainly, and like in Mexico on the Day of the Dead, skeletons will be out shaking their bones... A few shamans will appear also, curing all evils...:-)Gosh, I'm thirsty just thinking of it !

Hi Elizabeth, it must have been painstaking work, unless maybe the slats came in pre-wired rolls from a factory somewhere, ready to un-roll along the rails and nail into place... I'm wondering now too.

As for painting : no worries, no expectations, no stress... I'm just thrilled that you wanted to try, whatever happens is ok by me... ok ?

Dear Owen,I have not known you for long, but congrats to you. On top of being a photographer extraordinaire, you also write beautiful poems?! Je suis très impressionnée. I said in an earlier post that I would love to explore that region of France but now that I have read the travel itinerary you wrote for Lydia. I am not so sure. I fear it might just kill me ;-) Veronique aka French Girl in Seattle

Hi Veronique, mille fois merci... very kind message there... I'm sure after all the travelling you did this summer you wouldn't have any trouble doing a little trip to Florac from Seattle... maybe you could even hook up with Lydia, and go together, that way you'd cut the car rental costs in half, and could share a room in Florac, further reducing the budget needed... Or you could put it off to another trip to France, and just make a little detour... you weren't too far away when in the Lot / Dordogne area... Anyway, hope you'll make it there someday, Florac is well worth the effort to get there. Many thanks again...

These are the kind of places that have secrets, that talk to you in whispers on the wind and the scents in the air. I'm glad you are listening so you can bring forth these words and images. This post really tugs at my soul...

Robert, many thanks, I think that if one could be there when the wind was blowing, this fence would make a very wide range of musical noises, it would be fun to go back and try to record the song of the fence...

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